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SHE PREFERRED NOT TO…………

(A Villanelle) She preferred not to go out on a night like this With ‘Strictly’ on. My God, what a show! But, …

Sea View

SEA VIEW RUBAIYAT I am drawn to the sea – it has always been so: to wander the cliffs where the sea-breezes …

A wee poem (sort of)

Ashes and Dirt I look upon my roof and knock My room so small, cushioned, yet locked They hear not my fevered …